There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
Said quack! Get out of town
Quack! Get out, quack, quack!
Get out, quack, quack! Get out of town
And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
In a flurry of eiderdown
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That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near
But at every place they said to his face
Quack! Get out of here
Quack! Get out, quack, quack!
Get out, quack, quack! Get out of here
And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
And a very unhappy tear
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All through the wintertime, he hid himself away
Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say
All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat
'Til a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
You're a very fine swan indeed!
Who? Me? A swan?
And he looked, and he saw, and he said
I'm not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For infact these birds in so many words said
White! The best in town
White! The best, white-white
The best, white-white
The best in town
Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back
And a head so noble and high
Say who's an ugly duckling?
Not I!